You Live What You Learn: A Harry Potter Fanfiction
Disclaimer: I, unfortunately in most cases, do not own the Harry Potter franchise or any of its characters, plots, items, etc. J. K. Rowling does, however. If you ever see her, tell her I'd love to meet her and I live in Suburbia. Anyway, the only characters that are my own creations are Daphne, her pet monkey, Apollo, and the students, almost all of whom are children of former students, like Daphne.
Author's Note: Yes, it's Part Two! I also realized that Krishna cannot be Sirius' son for two reasons, but I fix it later. .:sniff:. Oh yes, this time, there are quite of few reference's to rooms and such. Just use your imagination because I don't feel like searching through my books. And I've decided to imply quite a few things, just use your imaginations there too. .:smirk:. Enjoy my insanity. I'll be posting another story, which takes place in Hogwart's present. As soon as I think up a title... Maybe I'll call it White Wedding...
"Is Krishna Black actually studying?" Daphne smirked in spite of herself. "I think it's time to alert the Daily Prophet. 'Black Studies!' Isn't that a wonderful headline?" Kris looked up from his book and shook his head.
"Dear cousin, you really must learn the difference between studying and...well, what I'm doing." He gave her a quick, though thorough, once-over. "I see daddy dearest didn't harm his little rebel princess. I was sure that kiss would drive him over the edge. Guess I'm not that lucky." She glared at him, but didn't respond. Instead, she began walking around the common room, looking for her pet monkey. "Where's Agamemnon? And what, pray tell, were you doing?" She looked under one of the chairs nearest to the fire, one of Agamemnon's favourite hiding spots, then stood up straight again. "I'm going to look in my room and hope you haven't done anything to him." She headed up the steps and closed the door behind her. After a few seconds, Kris crept over to one of the chairs near the fire and leaned in close to the cushions.
"You can come out now," he whispered. "Head back to your common room and go quickly. Everyone's starting to return." As he spoke, a tiny white mouse crawled from the crevice in the chair and scurried to the floor. With a wave of his wand, the mouse turned into a girl in Ravenclaw robes.
"Goodbye, Kris. Maybe we can this again sometime. I..."
"No need to continue, dear. I understand." He watched her duck through the portrait hole then walked over to another chair to repeat his message.
Meanwhile, everyone else was filing back into the castle, heading to every imaginable place, though most went to their respective common rooms. As Daphne descended the stairs from the dormitories, she heard the loud whoops, cheers, and general revelry of the other Gryffindors celebrating their victory over Slytherin. Obviously, all of Krishna's 'guests' had left before anyone saw them. She ducked as a Catherine wheel spun over her head. The Weasley twins had sent their sons a few novelties, apparently. Mikey walked up to her, smiling widely and graciously accepting compliments along the way. "Nice game today," he said after speaking with a group of awed first-years. "You had quite a few good saves."
"All except for that first one," commented Laurence as he popped from the crowd.
"What happened to you?"
"Catch sight of Daddykins?"
"We know he was there, you had that look on your face."
"You know, the one you get right before you kick someone's ass."
"Or do something of equal or more horrifying physical value.
A thoughtful look crossed Laurence's face. "You know, in that respect, you're a Malfoy through-and-through." Daphne shot him a dirty look.
Mikey nodded. "I see what you mean and you're quite right. Definitely a purebred Malfoy." Now she shot him and even dirtier look.
"I have to go study," she hissed through clenched teeth. "If Terry asks, I'm in the library." She turned on her heel and stormed away, ignoring everyone who tried to get her attention.
"See what you've done, Mikey?! Gone and made our keeper all upset again. You've got a knack for that, you know."
"Me? You're the one who brought up her father. I know you know that's a touchy subject. She told us that from the beginning!"
"You two could only be talking about one girl," Terrence said as he and Lamont walked up behind the arguing cousins. "So, where is she this time?"
"Well..." Laurence began, "she said she'd be in the library..."
"But we all know what ithat/i means..."
"And I'm sure there will be a nice comfy bed waiting for you." They laughed as Terrence blushed and walked away, Lamont following and trying not to laugh.
"Oh, so you think it's funny as well?!? We love each other...and...and...we appreciate each other's company...and..."
"I know, especially when you're in bed, but I heard last time it was the library floor. I have to go to the Owlery." He walked off, letting out the occassional snort or two. Terrence headed to the Room of Requirement, not knowing what to expect. Last time, it had been filled with books of poetry and Muggle music, all of Daphne's favourites. Before that, it had been covered in large soft pillows with soft candles lighting the room. Both times, their robes had needed a bit of straightening or cleaning afterwards. Both times, she had been in a foul mood. Both times, she had been much happier after. He reached the room and found the door slightly ajar. She'd been waiting for him. Taking a deep breath and expecting the unexpected, he opened the door. Muggle punching bags of all shapes and sizes hung from the ceiling. Daphne stood near the center, beating at the largest of them all.
"You know," he whispered, wrapping his arms around her waist and holding her close, "we should really stop meeting like this. People are beginning to talk."
She smirked. "You know I don't care about people, only you"
Author's Note: What will they do now? Who knows, but it's bound to have a parental advisory warning label on it. Maybe it will be featured on MTV's 'The Big Urban Myth Show'... Anyways, that's all for now and I hope you've enjoyed my insanity and sarcasm to some extent. Au revoir and toujours pur!